Broken Porcelain

Chapter #6 Classes At Dalton Academy

As everyone got situated in their assigned seats, Kurt was standing at the front since he  had to introduce himself and get a desk of his own assigned to him by the teacher. Minutes went by and a sandy brown haired women with hazel eyes, wearing tight blue skinny jeans and a bedazzled red sweater emerged through the arch doorway carrying textbooks and a cup of what appeared to be a medium espresso in her hands. 

Not noticing the garbage bin in front of her she stumbled causing the textbooks to fall out of her hands and were proceeding at an alarming rate towards the white marble floor.  Kurt who was standing next to Blaine's desk at the front of the classroom  snapped into focus when he saw the teacher falling forwards, instantly ran over to her, grabbed her shoulders and steadied her in order to stop her from falling.  

Not realizing that Blaine, Derek, Trent, and Wes were within his french class he decided to stop holding back everything that he had kept hidden from the new directions and jumped into the air, did a flip, landed in a split and caught all of the falling textbooks in his arms. The Warblers who had all seen what Kurt did knew that he was hiding so much when he was within the New Directions and were wondering two things, what else he was hiding since he still had that sparkle of guilt within his eyes, and they wanted to know how they could convince him to join their show choir. 

The teacher, who was now standing by her desk after dusting off her pants and complaining about a broken finger nail, saw the young boy and everything that he did before he got up, walked over to the desk with his head down not making any eye-contact what so ever and placed each textbook on the corner of the right hand side in numerical order. 

Kurt hated being the center of attention especially when he was at Mickenly, but no matter how hard he tried he just could not help himself but have a feeling and an urge to help people around him when they are in trouble or were going to hurt themselves. Realizing that he just did his famous cheer leading move when he was on Sue Sylvester's cheerio's, he instantly became afraid for the last time he did that was when he was practicing on the field and Kerosfsky saw him so he had beaten him up and threw ice cold water all over him. 

The teacher started to snap her pink nail polished fingers in front of Kurt's face trying to get him to come back to reality and just when Blaine was about to step in, Kurt awoke from recalling that memory and cast his gaze towards the teachers who was peering through his soul trying to understand the young boy in front of her. 

"Hello class my name is Taylor Smythe but you will address me as Mrs. Smythe, or Mrs. S while we are within this classroom, now this is a french class so from now on I am only going to be speaking in french and so will you, do you understand me class." 

Every student shook their heads in a yes formation, but when she started speaking in a pure french accent their eyes narrowed, for they were only catching a few words here and there but mostly they could not comprehend anything that she was saying. Kurt on the other hand was writing everything down in french for every question she would ask while talking, he could tell that no one else in the room understood what she was saying when Mrs. Smythe picked up the pace to speed things along. 

"Classe, qui ici peut ne dine un truc prefere qu'ils aiment faire, soit par eux-memes ou avec un groupe?" Mrs. Smythe asked with a clear look of patience while she awaited for someone to answer her.  Kurt had already wrote his answer down in his notebook, but he hid it from view when he saw that the teacher was walking over towards him. 

Blaine, noticing that no one within the room knew what she was saying decided to interfere with the lesson, so he told the teacher that no one could understand her which made Mrs. Smythe deeply disappointed in her class. They were supposed to be advance students, but something caught her eye when she saw the new student avoiding her at all costs, when she turned her back just a bit, she saw out of the corner of her eye that Kurt had flipped his book back over, and started to write some song lyrics in french.